just wrinkled wrappers on human bandage

"C'mon, Scotty..."

"Aw, Len. If it really bothers you, I won't. But I do think it's sweet."

"Sweet?! I'm five years your junior and I've got more eyebags than a basset hound. Don't point 'em out - it's embarrassing."

"I'm no artist, but here's the way I think about it: if I were to draw a picture of you, you know how I'd make clear it was my own dear sweet doctor? With the little lines around your eyes, and your mouth dippin' down towards your chin."

"Yeah?"

Another kiss for the telltale wrinkles, and the dip turned itself back up.